Our main library is temporarily housed in a scary old government building that gives one the feeling that they are going to have their soul sucked out by Dementors around every corner. Shelves are stacked in every nook, cranny and in every possible old scary room that was accessible. While on a hunt for aContinue reading “What’s Dewey Decimal for naked?”
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GAH!
OH WHY OH WHY DID I EVER GO SELF HOSTED? I am having so many issues and am losing so much sleep over this whole hot mess that this is no longer an enjoyable hobby but a source of desserts spelled backwards. (stressed, people, s t r e s s e d.) I know noContinue reading “GAH!”
*TOOT!*
So here’s something we don’t talk about enough as women. Queefs. Yep. Vuh jay jay toots. You know you know what I’m talking about. (Before you go thinking “there goes that moosh lady sharing TMI again” it was the Canadians that started it. And the Canadians will finish it too, I’m not about to getContinue reading “*TOOT!*”
Pi Kappa Huggies.
I live in a tiny little frat house. The inhabitants generally walk around half clothed, there’s strange snacks left in corners that have become unrecognizeable and instead of beer bottles littering the pool table there’s abandoned sippy cups strewn about as if we had an all night juice kegger. Party, party, party. That’s us. WhichContinue reading “Pi Kappa Huggies.”
Quick quills note to self.
You have a problem. It started when you read the first six Harry Potter books in less than five days. When you start thinking “What would Hermione do?” in everyday situations it’s a sure sign that all this wizarding stuff has gone to your head and not in a good way. Reading the seventh bookContinue reading “Quick quills note to self.”
The difficult knock up.
My lady parts have always been a rebellious sort. From ridiculously long periods, to non existent periods to cervical cancer biopsies at 18 years old to polycystic ovarian syndrome a few years later it’s easy enough to say that mine don’t make the A-list for uterine function. I have never been on birth control forContinue reading “The difficult knock up.”
Peed the bucket.
Winter 2004, pregnant, four weeks into bedrest with four weeks to go. Cody worked graveyards which left me alone in our 300 square foot apartment with two enormous cats who liked to play tag with each other. On my head. While I was trying to sleep. On this particular night I had shut the doorContinue reading “Peed the bucket.”
N is for nap because W made me tired.
In pictures W hotels are so nice looking. So modern, so hip, so uber sexy. In person they’re loud, pretentious and really loud. Walking in the first night I felt sexy, hip, uber cool. Then I realized the bathroom walls were transparent. As in the mens room looked into the womens room and vice versa.Continue reading “N is for nap because W made me tired.”
Numbers game.
I wish I could bottle this heroin type oh the joys wow what just happened I feel like I’m floating on little clouds of fuzzy kittens feeling I have after this weekend and my three hour drive home singing at the top of my lungs while dancing a wicked driver booty shake to all thingsContinue reading “Numbers game.”
Drunk on Bloggish Love.
Here I am. All alone. Self hosted. In charge of my own destiny. (And HTML, and template, and feed and ohmygoshifIkeepthinkingaboutitI’mgoingto giveupcompletelyandcryinacorner.) I have wanted to drop the blogspot.com for a while and when I found myself sitting next to pretty women who promised me the glories and pride of being out on my ownContinue reading “Drunk on Bloggish Love.”